Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4)

... videos on the wall. Lights above the booths back there and out here are lit, if someone's in ‘em.”

She didn't seem short of breath after all that.

I thanked her and started browsing the toys. I had a pretty good idea what I wanted from my internet search, but I looked over all the merchandise never-the-less.

“Quite a selection, right?” I heard.

I looked up and across the rack to see a very handsome fiftyish-looking gentleman smiling at me. I gave him a quick once-over: tall (maybe six-three or so), tan and fit, styled salt and pepper executive-cut hair, white Oxford cloth shirt (two buttons open at the collar and sleeves rolled up), business casual slacks and Gucci loafers. Everything spelled country club member and BMW owner.

I looked at his left ring finger and he, mine.

I stuttered, “I guess. I don't have much experience in this sort of shopping.”

“There's always a first time. No reason to be embarrassed,” he countered. “Have a nice day.”

Mr. Tall and Handsome moved over to the DVDs.

I selected an eight-inch vibrating/thrusting silicone dildo with a suction cup base, lifelike balls and a remote. I figured the remote might come in handy (pun intended), if my hands were otherwise occupied. It seemed like a bargain at $29.99, plus tax.

I took my selection and a thirty-six pack of AAAs (I planned on putting the toy to good use sooner, rather than later) over to Marge.

She offered, “You're a natural. That's one of my favorites. By the way, ...

... don't look; but you've got yourself an admirer.” She pointed to the arcade curtain. Mr. Tall and Handsome was entering the arcade, looking back and smiling as he did so.

“I forgot to tell you. As a new customer, you get five free arcade tokens. Why don't you check out the rest of the store while I bag up your little friend.”

She handed me five quarter-sized metal coins.

I figured free is free.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. The arcade was essentially a hall with low benches on the right and six doors on the left. The first two booths were clearly occupied, lights illuminated over closed doors. Mr. Tall and Handsome was standing in the half-open door of booth number four.

“Hey, let me show you how these work.”

I'm not sure what I was thinking, but it seemed at the time to be reasonable; plus I was riding a high from the Red Bull and from buying my first sex toy.

Richard (as I would later learn) held the door open, and I entered. The booth was cozy or claustrophobic, depending on one’s perspective. On the far wall was a video screen with controls and a coin slot. The other walls and the back of the door were painted black. There was only a single patio-style plastic chair, so we both stood.

Richard asked whether I had seen the menu just outside the curtain. He explained the “A” group of videos was hetero, the “B” group was gay male, etc. He suggested I start the play with two tokens, go to group “A” and scroll until I found ...